Poetry is what gets lost in translation-Robert Frost

December 13, 2005

Sadman #7

Phatrick has posted another installment in The Diary Of A Sadman series. Here's a little teaser:

The truth is I don’t, but it’s seven o’clock in the morning and we’re all in a bit of a rush, so I’m probably going to need any help I can get. I tell myself that my wife probably didn’t want to be sedated for her trip to Italy. I hit the play button on the wall and the plasma screen bursts to life. I am watching “Extreme Measures 4,” and the preview clip makes me wonder who in the office is in charge of making the video selections. According to the instructions on the wall, I should be able to change DVDs by pushing a button. Of course it doesn’t work. The first scene involves a woman and a room full of stuffed animals. I’m not even kidding. I’ve heard of this fetish – I swear to God it’s not that I’ve done a lot of porn watching or research, I saw it on an MTV documentary – it’s called “plushy” or “furry.” I can’t remember which. One involves stuffed animals, and the other people who dress up in cartoon-like animal costumes like sports mascots. The woman is nude and writhing on the bed with the animals. Whatever this fetish is called, I can now say for sure that I do not have it.